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Aug 2013
Like a temporary tattoo
I wanted spend my life with you
But you disappeared a little too soon
Looking you on my skin
Felt so right to me
But I knew you were going to leave
I think about you
I think about me
I think about what we used to be
And the only thing I see
Is myself so lonely.
Fernanda Angulo
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Fernanda Angulo  Mexico City
(Mexico City)   
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